Time is Ticking

Time is Ticking

Time is ticking, ticking by,

Birds are singing, babies cry,

Hearts are mourning things long dead,

Words ill spoken, should not said.

So regretful, those who mourn

Over things should not been born,

Wish that they could all erase,

And the truth not have to face.

We cannot erase the past,

Even if we pray and fast.

What we did will long live on

Even when we’re dead and gone.

So, what is our attitude?

Past is past, that is the truth.

But there may be consequence

For the things we did, no sense.

Yes, we can be forgiven,

Die with Christ to self and sin,

Live for Him now every day,

Read our Bibles, bow and pray,

Walk with Jesus every day,

Do all that he has to say,

Live for Him and not for self

Put the flesh up on the shelf.

Still we may be called to pay

For what we did another day,

For everyone has not forgiven

The sins we did, that we were livin.

An Original Work / September 22, 2023